We Don't Talk About Bruno (feat. Ashley Diane)

Whoa-ooh, we don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno (ah, no oh, no, no, no, no) It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day) We were getting ready And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder) You telling this story or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says it looks like rain (why did he tell us?) And doing so, he floods my brain (abuela, get the umbrellas) Married in a hurricane (what a joyous day but, anyway) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't (we don't) talk about Bruno, no, no, no Hey Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling (I hear, ooh-ooh) I associate him with the sound of falling sand Tss, tss It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling Always left abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand? Seven-foot frame Rats (on) along his back When he calls your name It all fades to black Yeah, he sees all your dreams (dreams) And feasts on your screams We don't talk about Bruno, no no We don't talk about Bruno He told me my fish would die The next day, dead (oh, no) He told me I'd grow a gut And just like he said He said that all of my hair would disappear Now look at my head Your fate is sealed when your prophesy is read He told me that the life of my dreams Would be promised, and some day be mine He told me that my power would grow Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (Óye, Mariano's on his way) He told me that the man of my dreams Would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him now (hey sis) I want not a sound out of you (I can hear him) Uhm, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno (Bruno) I really need to know about Bruno Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno (Bruno) Isabella, your boyfriend's here (time for dinner) Seven-foot frame The rats along his back (aah) He calls your name It all fades to black (no clouds allowed in the sky) Yeah, he sees your dreams And feasts on your screams We don't talk about Bruno, no, no Bruno says it looks like rain (grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling) Why did he tell us? (I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling) When he calls your name, it all (I associate him with the sound of falling sand) Abuela, get the umbrellas He sees your dreams (married in a hurricane) And feasts on your screams (always left abuela and the family fumbling) He's here Don't talk about Bruno (why did I talk about Bruno?) Not a word about Bruno (never should have brought up Bruno) No